Taylor let out a breath. “Well, I for one fucking hate camping.”
Johnny laughed, nudging his chin with his big toe. “I don’t think the invitation was extended to us.”
“Thank God for that.”
The girls never returned to finish off their ‘pamper session,’ and after half an hour of shit TV Taylor was feeling so fidgety he’d taken to squeezing a hunk of Marty’s sparkly slime just to keep his hands busy.
His earlier sense of inner peace was slowly evaporating the longer he sat alone in Johnny’s presence, because he just wanted to touch him. Squeeze him. Bite him. Lick him. Pinch him. Scratch him. Feel the way his skin grew raised under his nails.
“Shower,” he suddenly announced, throwing the slime ball onto the coffee table and jumping up.
Johnny glanced at the slime, then at the kitchen door, smirking as he looked back up at Taylor. “I think the face mask needs longer to cure.”
Taylor growled, ripping off his dressing gown and throwing it over Johnny’s head. Johnny kicked and flailed as Taylor leant over him, grabbing a handful of the material and scrubbing at his face. “There’s your fucking face mask,” Taylor said, gripping Johnny’s elbow and dragging him up the stairs.
“Taylor!” He pawed at Taylor’s bare chest, laughing as he stumbled backwards.
“JP, I swear to God if you don’t get up those stairs right now I’m going to throw you over my shoulder.”
Johnny was still laughing as they tripped into the bedroom, and as Taylor pulled off his robe and threw it onto the floor. Shoving Johnny into the en suite, he growled “Stand there” and placed both of Johnny’s hands on the white porcelain sink before turning to the shower.
Cold water shot out from the old-fashioned copper head, the ancient farmhouse pipes clanging behind the olive green tiles. It sprayed across Taylor’s face and chest, making the face mask run into his mouth.
He stripped off his shorts, his dick hard against his hip as it sprang out, aching and attentive. Johnny glanced over his shoulder, running his eyes over Taylor’s body as he pulled towels and a washcloth from the airing cupboard.
Grinning, Johnny said, “Wow, this really is a nice sink.”
“Shut up,” Taylor snarled, pressing himself to Johnny’s back and tugging down his shorts. “Will you just shut up and fucking kiss me?”
Johnny was still grinning as he turned round and hooked an arm around Taylor’s neck. They smashed their lips together, Taylor’s blood pressure shooting through the fucking roof when Johnny’s tongue darted into his mouth.
“Better?” Johnny murmured, sucking Taylor’s bottom lip.
Taylor responded by shoving his face into Johnny’s neck, eyes fluttering shut when he drove his tongue into his scent gland. He tasted heady and deep and much,muchmuskier than any omega he’d ever been with. The scent spiralled up his nostrils, lapping over his tongue before winding its way around his nervous system like invisible fingers through hair.
It almost overwhelmed him, reflexively making him want to pull away, but the steam from the shower cast a dewy blanket that mingled with their scents, diluting them in a soupy haze.
Johnny moaned as Taylor slipped a hand between their bodies, gripping their cocks, tugging and stroking, pulling and twisting until Johnny was up on the balls of his feet, rocking and gasping in Taylor’s arms.
“Get in the shower before I turn you around and fuck you against the sink,” Johnny growled, nipping Taylor’s chin.
Taylor tipped his head back, looking at Johnny through his lashes. “You think so, huh? Tough guy with a broken arm?”
Johnny pushed his shoulder, making him stumble back into the rubber ducky shower curtain.
“Yeah, I think so,” he replied, reaching for Taylor’s neck. “Even with a broken arm I’ll have you wrapped around my knot.”
Taylor dragged Johnny into the shower with him, the water dousing their shoulders. It was like a thousand tiny pins hitting his skin, every cell in his body alight with need.
“Keep your brace out of the water,” he said, tugging Johnny’s arm behind the curtain.
“Fuck the brace,” Johnny growled in response.
There was no way Johnny was winning on that front, so Taylor pressed him back against the tiles and pinned his shoulder with his own. Their kisses were frantic, full of teeth and tongue.
“Stay still,” Taylor growled, shamelessly throwing a good amount of force into his alpha voice.
Johnny’s body went pliant for the briefest of moments, but it was enough for Taylor to wedge him between his chest and the wall.
